ess of space, but she was my sun, the center of my gravity, for whom I even gave up caree
ith letters and recent photos confirming her ongoing affair with Liam, her high school ex. My m
ivia, instead of rushing to my aid, accused me of making a scene and left with Liam, prioritizing his fake panic attack over my real injury. In the hospital, she
host. There, she threatened to ruin my reputation if I didn't play along. She chased me to my hotel, attempting a desperate se
curity guard, though sympathetic, delivered the final blow: a note from me, leaving her with the words: "I loved you. Goodbye." She eventually found me in Chile, begging, but faced with my cal